It Is Not Like That

Friendship is a rare and unlooked-for destiny in a person's life. Because of one friendship, she changed her own fate! The name of the Charming Beauty Salon is rather vulgar, yet it holds great allure, bringing to mind a woman of a thousand charms. In this era, beauties are always favored. The salon is located at the rural-urban fringe: to the south is the bustling city, to the north are villages. Fortunately, transportation is convenient, so finding it isn't difficult. It was drizzling that day—autumn rain is always like this, intermittent, refusing to stop, inexplicably stirring a touch of melancholy. Fang Danian, the salon's chief physician, stood by the window holding a cup of hot tea, chatting casually with a young nurse who admired him. He knew what was in the nurse's mind; he had seen that look too many times. He was unimpressed, yet he would not hurt her earnest affection—he simply maintained an elegant reserve. The sound of high heels clicking on the floor came from the corridor. The nurse was quite dedicated; she immediately rose, pushed open the door, and went out to greet the visitor. Fang Danian rather appreciated this about her: a woman should never, at any time, lose herself for the sake of one person—that would be foolish, and he did not like fools.